Chen Xu carried a black luggage bag as he stepped off the car and looked at the banner hanging above the hotel not far away, "Warmly celebrate the first Feiyun Cup amateur dart competition held in this hotel."
"Feiyun Group."
Before this, he had never heard of this company. Some time ago, Jiajia had sent him a message about the competition. He searched online and learned that it was a listed company with two sports brands under its wing.
Actually, he was quite familiar with one of the sports brands. He remembered that when he was in middle school, there was a store of this brand in his hometown. He used to pass by it every day on his way to and from school. A few years ago when he went home, the store was still there, having been in business for nearly ten years.
"Little brother."
Suddenly, a woman called out from behind him. He continued walking forward, not realizing until he felt a tug on his sleeve, and the same voice said, "Little brother."